In a heated war a knight.
Of a very tall height.
Was destined to fight.
Wielded a sword of a very great might.
Skills were so quite.
His armor of a silver so bright.
Battle tactics aren't so right.
He got wounded at night.
By a small magical sprite.
Saved by a mage in robes of white.
She used holy light.
What a miracle rite!
His scars were an awful sight.
Later he received a castle invite.
There is going to be a royal ball tonight.
Seeing the princess is his delight.
It is she the one in white! !
This tale so trite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem